Don't Forget Where You Belong

Autumn-Rose thought she would be having a perfect summer before she had to go off to college. That all changes when the zombie disease takes full affect. When Autumn-Rose stumbles upon One Direction in need of her help, what will she do? Does Autumn-Rose have enough courage and heart left to let people come close to her again, especially after something tragic happens? Is there enough time for the boys and Autumn-Rose to become close? Or will the zombies get them before anything happens at all?

“Those screams sounded… different.” Harry says. “Almost… terrified.” His eyes become round and he looks around at all of us.

Louis kicks the football to me again. I was about to kick it back to him, when I saw Paul coming around the corner, running; an expression of shock lying across his face. I plant my foot on top of the ball and look at him, as he stops in the middle of the circle the lads and I have formed. He is out of breath and pointing to something.

“You… guys…” He pauses to catch his breath. “You lads have to leave. Right now!”

“What we can’t leave! We have a show to put on tonight.” Zayn says, a little timid. “We will not let down our fans.”

Paul cocks his head to the side and shakes it. “Trust me, Zayn. There is no show, tonight. Or any upcoming shows for that matter.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I yell at Paul, causing him to look at me.

Just then another set of screams ring out; only this time there are more screams. And Harry is right, they do sound different than the usual fans’ screaming. They sound terrified… scared… desperate.

“What?!!” Louis hisses. “How can you even say that? We don’t even know what is going on!!”

Paul looks at me with wide eyes. It takes a second or two for me to realize that he is looking pass me, not at me. He slowly draws his arm up and points at something. “That’s why you lads have to leave.” He states, rather coldly.

I turn around and see something very… very… difficult to explain. I watch as a few people limb as they walk; rather struggle. Some of them seem to be dragging their feet or legs. They perk up and smell the air, almost like dogs, and look in our direction. Once they spot us, they come charging at us and run into the chain-link fence. All they do is moan and hiss at us. They’re not normal. They have bright yellow eyes and grey skin; some have huge gashes throughout their body, blood trickling down from it.

“Dead.” I hear Paul say in a low tone behind me. I am lost for words right now. There are no words that come to my mind to explain how I feel right now; so out of touch.

I watch these strange creatures of the dead as one of them is attempting to climb over the fence. The others are pushing against the fence, in what I assume to try and bring it down.

“C’mon lads! RUN!!” I hear Paul yell. I turn around and run after Paul, the other lads following me. I guess my new knee is going to come in handy now; seeing that it looks like I will be running a lot.